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City Planning for the Glowing Bunny by Erin Selmer

City Planning for the Glowing BunnyI’m trying to understandhow three linesand then one morecan make a squarethat might become a cube,or the side of...

Fox don’t care by Chris Fafard

Fox don’t care Like Fox beauty comes and Godtippy toe testing the edge of awareness untilwith a stroke of his fat brush tail –the color...

There is in the Water by Cassie Premo Steele

There is in the Water What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...

Two Poems by Dion Farquhar

“Woke” Words Purged              “These Words Are Disappearing in the NewTrump Administration,” New York Times, March 7, 2025* Underscored words survived the purge. diverse litany of...

Four Poems by Kelvin C. Bias

SURVIVAL MECHANISMFor a land-grab moment,I am eight years old,A celebrant in heaven.Hand in hand withMy daughters.Glory, elation, youth.Tantrums of joyElucidated by theirChyron thoughts,“I like...

Two Poems by Jeremy Stelzner

CucumbersHey God.Thanks for Tomatoes red as the engine of life.See, dicing them dulls the labored days,bringing me as close to meditation as I’ve ever been.And...

Four Poems by Rohan Buettel

City Blocks(After ‘In Flanders Fields’ by John McCrae)In city blocks the missiles, bombs explode,families slaughtered in homes, on the road,in basement boltholes civilians still...

Two Poems by Jamilah Ali

Do Black People Speak a Foreign Language?Hell to the no. You told me 50 years agoDonna Reed cannot translate jive into Wonder BreadUnderstood soft...

Inheritances by Bliss Goldstein

Inheritances My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will. Do you want me to...

Two Poems by Dianne L. Knox

Mow Me DownHe was mowing the ditch, not with a string cutterbut with a heavy moweras I walked by he felt he needed to...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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